Chapter 14 #3
Thick streams of creamy peppermint, white chocolatey mocha goodness tipped my lips. Every swipe of my tongue along his pulsing shaft gifted me with more, right when I was starting to wonder if he’d given all he had to give up to me.
The more of his essence I took into myself, the stronger, harder, that warmth low in my belly grew, until I was practically squirming in place, moaning as I sucked him off.
Kehl was the gift that kept on giving. Right when I wondered if that was it and he was finished, he’d thicken right back up and burst all over again.
I was too lost to what I was doing to realize he was speaking until I came up for air, adjusted my hold on his cock, and his words broke through.
“My purr-roo. Mine. So goot, my Purr-roo. My Purr-roo-mine.”
Leaning back, my hands slid over his thighs and I raked my nails down them, just like I’d been dying to. Kehl growled and his white flushed, molasses swirling gaze met mine.
Giving in to that urge that’s been riding me, my nails dug into his pale flesh and I sank my teeth into a spot on the thick muscle of his thigh.
Kehl’s hand clapped to the back of my head, pressing my mouth into his flesh harder. The tang of blood tipped my tongue. Kehl roared.
A fresh wave of that peppermint-y scent filled the air. Wetness splattered my shoulder, his chest to roll down a thick slab of abs.
Releasing his flesh, I shifted my weight and immediately wrapped my fingers around his length as he came in thick, ropey streams splattering everywhere. My head dipped and I took him into my mouth, intent to catch every last bit of creamy goodness he had left to offer bursting forth.
There was too much. I couldn’t swallow all of it fast enough. Excess dribbled down my chin, my breasts, his groin, his thighs.
I was riding so high, so amped up, I felt like I might burst. My hand fell to my breast and I pinched it.
My other hand left his shaft where it was pumping up and down his length as I worked him with my mouth, to glide through the wetness bathing my chest, gathering it to bring it to my aching slit and slip two fingers deep.
A mewl of a moan left me as I attempted to put myself out of my misery. My channel clenched around my digits, loud, wet, squelching sounds renting the air as I worked myself and him in tandem.
Kehl pulled me off of him suddenly. One moment I was having myself the time of my life, working towards a glorious finish, so close I could taste it, the next he was snarling, his dick popping free from my mouth, and then he was dipping down to snarl in my face, “MINE.”
As if he wasn’t baring his teeth angrily at me, at my fingers in my cunt in particular, my expression didn’t change.
Releasing the grip I had on my breast, I swiped my fingers across my chin.
Gathering the wetness still fresh on my face, eyebrows shooting up, I sucked my fingers right into my mouth.
Kehl was on me before I could blink. Yanking my fingers from my mouth, he was on top of me, pinning me down, pressing the underside of his cock to my aching heat to eagerly pump against me.
“I need you… Please.” I was babbling, mindless with need. I wanted him hot and hard and thick, buried deep inside of me, but he seemed rather reluctant to enter me.
I felt like if I didn’t have him inside of me somehow, right now, I’d die.
Fighting him to free my hands, I snapped and snarled as I tipped over, my channel pulsing, clenching around nothing, achingly empty.
Kehl came then too, bathing my stomach, breasts, clear up to my neck with his release.
The second he pulled away, I used everything I had in me to dump him off of me. Kehl flopped back to his ass, the fluffy tufted tail at his back slapping against his thigh noisily.
Crawling into his lap, I straddled him. Grabbing at the hair at the back of his nape, I assured him as I pressed right up against his still jerking shaft. “We won’t do anything you don’t want to, I promisss… I just need...”
Kehl grabbed for me and tried to lift me off of him, assuming I meant to ram myself down on his shaft and make us one. I fought his hold, his cock slipping behind to glide between my cheeks instead of between my folds.
Kehl growled but slowly gave up the fight as I shook my head and ground down onto his cock.
“We won’t make a baby, I promise,” I swore. “I just want to try… something…”
Kehl was still jerking, still spewing peppermint rivulets. I used this to my advantage as I lifted up enough to tease the head of him against that puckered rosette.
Kehl growled as I slowly worked him inside of me, one tiny press and shift of my hips as new sensations rolled over me, at a time.
Kehl was already coming, long before I’d taken all of him. He continued to do so as I ground myself against him. His eyes were wide, lips parted. Small, choked noises interrupted that constant growl as he gnashed his teeth and let me do what I would, what I needed.
Gathering the come splattering my chest, I used it to lube up my fingers and drive them deep inside my sex. My palm pressed to my clit as I rode him and my hand. When I came I fell forward, dropping against him. My head fell to his shoulder as I shuddered and shook against him.
When the rush of it had ebbed, I slumped against him. “We made a mess,” I mumbled into his fur.
Kehl let out a contented rumble that made me smile.
Sitting up, I cupped his face and would have brought his lips to meet mine but he glanced down and jerked his head away.
Taking it personally, I pulled back. Trying to speak, the words caught in my throat. I’m good for this but not enough to let our lips touch?
“I need to clean up,” I mumbled as my heart sank.
Kehl’s head jerked up sharply at my words.
When I would have slid off of his lap, breaking our intimate connection, Kehl’s hands grabbed for my hips and he clamped down on them. “My Purr-roo?” he crooned the words softly, questioningly. He wanted to know what had upset me.
Unable to meet his gaze, I fought him.
Kehl fought harder, managing to do so without harming me.
Once he had me wrapped up in his arms, his cock still buried in my nevermind, he forced me to meet his gaze. “My Purr-roo?” he purringly crooned once more.
“You can’t even kiss me now?” I blurted.
I felt so all over the place. I was moody, emotional.
If I’d been worried about being pregnant I’d have assumed that was the problem but I’d quickly learned beasts had very keen noses, especially for gestating beast babies even in the very early stages— if I’d been pregnant Kehl would have smelled it on me and be flipping out over that.
Everything in the beast changed then. “Mine,” he growled, then carefully pressed his mouth fully upon mine. “Mine.” He kept muttering it emphatically between kisses. His kisses grew longer, harder, until his tongue slipped inside my mouth to tangle with mine.
The hand still on my hips urged me to rock myself against him. He came but moments later, heat bathing my back passage.
I didn’t this time, close but just not there.
Kehl lifted up, taking me with him, and leaned me back against the cold, hard floor.
“Mine,” he muttered as he pressed a hand between us, careful of his claws, and pressed his thumb over my clit to work it. Kehl began working his cock in and out of my back passage then, growling and twitching with pleasure all the while.
He didn’t stop until I came, crying out and clawing at him, begging for something without realizing I was actually saying the words out loud, voicing what I desperately needed, something he wasn’t willing to give me.
When it was all over and reality came crashing down around my ears, the heat of the moment ebbing, I honestly felt worse than before.
Kehl accepting himself was so heavily tied up in him accepting our mating, they circled back to one another no matter how you sliced it.
Tangled up in all that, was where this need has begun, if I had to wager a guess.
It made no sense to me and yet there it was, eating me up as he withheld himself, close enough but just not enough.
He’d probably always be one foot in, one foot out.
I wasn’t sure I could continue on like that.
Kehl growled as he slipped free of me. Standing, I made my way over to the wash basin and soaped up two cloths for us.
Kehl was struggling to gain his feet when I walked his cloth over to him.
“It’s getting late,” I murmured, glancing around for my clothes. “You should probably go. I’m sure you have things to do.”
Kehl didn’t answer.
Washing up and redressing like a speed demon, I immediately got to work sanitizing the room.
I heard it, expected it. That tell-tale groan followed by that cracking sound of him snapping off his horns broke my heart. I understood it but it caused that weird pain in my chest to come roaring to life. It manifested, an actual, physical ache so strong I grimaced and a soft gasp left me.
This shit brought this is killing me from figurative speech to may just actually be happening. What was wrong with me?!
“Purr-roo?”
Kehl came up behind me as I straightened, grabbed a pot to fill with water and heat up on the stove, and turned my back on him.
Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath. “You don’t get to expect every part of me, while withholding so much of yourself from me. It’s not fair.”
Kehl made an unhappy noise but made no move to close the distance between us.
Knowing I wasn’t being fair to him either and I knew it, I blew out a deep breath. “Maybe you were right in putting some distance between us before.”
“No want space my Purr-roo no more,” Kehl rumbled out softly.
I don’t know what possessed me— that’s exactly what I felt like, like there was a demon inside of me calling the shots— when I whipped around and snapped, “It’s not all just up to you to say, now is it?!”
Kehl, back to his Lo denaii form, blinked down at me in surprise.
Tense, shoulders hunched, I fought for calm. “Take those with you,” I muttered, motioning to his discarded horns atop the table.
Kehl leaned towards me suddenly and gave a sniff. Swatting him away from me, I threw him a dirty look over my shoulder. Kehl stared down at me in confusion. That made two of us. I had no clue what the hell was wrong with me but him being this close yet so far out of my reach felt like a punishment.
“My Purr-roo ‘kay?” he asked.
Staring off into the pot on the stove, I muttered, “I’m just tired and want to be alone.”
Kehl hesitated. “My Purr-roo be ‘kay? No want help clean mess?”
“I’m fine.” I sounded anything but. My tone was angry, this ache in my chest full of defeat.
Kehl looked reluctant to go but I was looking anything but friendly.
Despite my insistence he leave, Kehl stayed.
While I scrubbed the hut of every trace of him, taking with it that peppermint scent I wanted to wrap myself up in and breathe in forever, he was right there alongside me, working in tandem.
“Kehl stay,” he announced as he walked the pot back inside from dumping the dirtied water on the vegetation outside.
“I don’t recall inviting you to stay,” I muttered.
“Dades say,” Kehl grunted out as he followed behind me like a puppy, right up to my bed.
Ignoring him, I slid in, snuggling up in Cy’s pelt. Studying the small cot bed, Kehl turned and blew out the candles I had lit and walked back over to me. Without a word, he scooped me up, pelt and all, and then carefully laid down with me.
“Sleep on the floor,” I muttered petulantly.
“No,” he said simply. I felt him smiling against the top of my head as he nuzzled against my skin and wrapped himself around me, like my sudden case of prickliness amused him.
“I’m hot. You’re smothering me,” I lied hotly.
Kehl’s purring response made me squirm in his sweet embrace. “My Purr-roo cold. Kehl keep my Purr-roo warm.”
Lips pursing, eyes narrowing, I grumbled, “Whatever you say, Kehlro.”
Kehl laughed then. I’m lying here trying to be an asshole and put a little space between us and he’s laughing and loving on me.
Annoyance itched at me.
Kehl placed a kiss to the back of my head, then lower, down my neck.
Starting to squirm in place, I grumbled unkind things under my breath, digs to get him to feck off already, but this just egged him on.
A soft gasp left me as he found a spot on my neck and teased and nipped, lapped at the sensitive bit of flesh. That sound turned into a moan as he bit down gently, to immediately release the pinched flesh to kiss his way down my shoulder.
Thick fingers slid down my waist, slipped under my shirt, cupping my breasts to tease and pinch my nipples between his fingers.
My hips began to move of their own volition, rocking against the thickness pressing tightly against my back.
We played like this, teasing, tempting, until Kehl caved with a growl. Thick fingers released my breasts to attack my pants.
Kehl managed to get them over my ass and down my thighs to my knees as my fingers wrapped around his thickness and I brought him toward my aching heat, meaning to press his shaft against my slit and ride him.
Kehl was as eager as I, perhaps more. Instead of pressing up against me, he accidently pressed hard into the heart of me.
He was thick and hard and I wanted him to keep going so badly but I froze, respectful of his wishes, and made no move to take things further.
Kehl trembled, a deep growl in his chest, but remained where he was.
We stayed like that for so long I assumed he was waiting for me to remove myself from him. When I went to do just that, he let out a vicious snarl, jerked me to him to wrap himself around me, and pressed deep.
A sharp, exultant cry left me. Back bowing, hips canting, I pressed myself back against him.
Kehl rolled so I was on my stomach, pinned beneath him.
Lifting off of me, he grabbed my hips and jerked me up higher.
Claws pricking my skin, he pulled out a little to slam back home.
Again and again, repeating the process, he rode me until he was roaring the roof down and I’d screamed myself hoarse creaming all over his cock.
And when the heat of our passions had ebbed, he pulled back, mumbling frantically, dipped, and ate me out until he made me come so many times with his mouth I was barely coherent, and any traces of those glorious moments of before, of us truly being one, being mates, had been lapped away.
Cuddled back up in my cot bed, I had no idea what came over me when I burst into tears. Kehl acted like he understood, though hell if I could explain it.
Wrapping himself around me, looking as troubled and grief stricken as I was acting, he crooned to me, holding me in his arms, until a thankfully dreamless state took me.